Kuroko's Basketball template: the king of slacking off, Shohoku's strongest sixth man.

"You damned fox!"

"Who are you calling an idiot?!" Sakuragi roared in fury.

"You were the one who hit the hardest that day!" Miyagi accused. "I saw you hit someone with a mop!"

"Exactly! What's with the cool act!" Mitsui also joined the condemnation.

Rukawa Kaede opened his eyes, his deadpan gaze sweeping over the three without a shred of emotion: "Three big idiots."

"asshole!!"

The three were about to launch a joint attack.

Suddenly, they seemed to remember something, and their movements stopped again.

If we're talking about "who's the toughest in a fight"...

The four men's eyes, with perfect unison, looked past the chairs and landed in the far corner of the bench.

There was no one sitting there.

Instead, it came with a military green professional outdoor sleeping bag.

It lay across the floor like a giant caterpillar.

The sleeping bag was zipped up to the top, revealing only a tuft of black hair.

"Huff... huff..."

The sound of steady, rhythmic breathing came through the sleeping bag.

You can even see the sleeping bag rising and falling slightly with each breath.

There was also a sign standing next to it, with crooked handwriting that read:

[The injured are resting]

Please do not feed them; if you need help, burn paper money for them.

"..."

Sakuragi, Rukawa, Miyagi, and Mitsui all twitched at the corners of their mouths simultaneously.

"This guy... he's the real culprit!"

"Who was it that killed that monster Tetsuo in one hit that day?!" Miyagi gritted his teeth.

"and……"

"Why are we getting sidelined while this guy gets to bring a sleeping bag and sleep?!"

"This is discrimination! This is a cover-up!"

Sakuragi pointed at the sleeping bag and shouted in grief and indignation.

"It's so noisy."

"Can't you have some public decency?"

"I'm an international student, and I'm jet-lagged."

Lin Bei's muffled voice came from inside the sleeping bag, hoarse from just waking up.

"What kind of time difference is this?!"

"How long have you been here?!" Mitsui couldn't help but complain.

"That's psychological jet lag."

"Besides, I probably don't need to play against an opponent like this."

"It's better to rest a little longer."

A hand reached out of the sleeping bag and precisely touched a can of iced cola next to it.

It opened with a "click" and then shrunk back into the sleeping bag.

"Also, don't try to shift the blame onto me. I acted in self-defense."

"Moreover, I was wounded and suffered great psychological trauma."

"Where are you hurt? You didn't even lose a hair!" the four shouted in unison.

"Snapped!"

A huge paper fan suddenly appeared and slammed hard onto the wriggling sleeping bag.

Then, with lightning speed, he struck Sakuragi, Miyagi, and Mitsui on the head.

"Shut up, all of you!"

"It's match time! You problem children, can't you get a little nervous?!"

Ayako stood with her hands on her hips, her eyebrows raised, exuding an aura of dominance.

"Big sister, it hurts..." Sakuragi rubbed the big lump.

"I'm a senior..." Mitsui whispered.

"Miss Ayako looks so beautiful even when she's hitting people..." Miyagi covered his head, looking completely captivated.

Ayako ignored the group of clowns.

He pointed to the scoreboard, his tone becoming serious: "Stop arguing, look at the score yourselves."

The four of them looked in the direction Ayako was pointing.

The numbers on the bright red electronic scoreboard were alarmingly glaring.

Shohoku 4:16 Miura Terrace.

"What?!"

"What is that gorilla doing? How could he lose to such a weak team by so many points?" Sakuragi's eyes widened.

On the field.

Kengo Murasame, the captain of Miuradai, is a burly man with a mohawk.

He used his physical advantage to push past the slender Yasuda and easily scored a layup.

"Good shot! Captain Murasame!"

"Defeat Shohoku!"

The support group at Miuradai erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

After landing, the village rain did not rush back to defend.

Instead, he deliberately walked past Akagi Takenori, a contemptuous sneer playing on his lips.

"Hey, Akagi."

"Don't think that just because we won a practice match against Ryonan, we can be compared to a team like Ryonan," Murasame shouted.

Akagi wiped the sweat from his face, his eyes icy: "What did you say?"

"I'm telling you, a team like yours that relies on luck is not worthy of being our opponent."

Murasame gave himself a thumbs-up.

"Our goal this year is to defeat Hainan."

"You? You're nothing but stepping stones."

Although the words were not spoken loudly, they could be heard clearly from the stands.

"You bastard!"

A roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, erupted from the railing of the stands.

Jun Uozumi suddenly stood up, his massive body startling Hikoichi so much that he almost dropped his notebook.

"What nonsense is he spouting?!"

What exactly is a team like Ryonan?

Uozumi gripped the railing with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, and roared at Akagi below the field.

"Akagi! What are you doing?!"

"Stop slacking off! You can't even handle that kind of trash?!"

Akagi looked up, glanced at the furious Uozumi, and rolled his eyes.

"It's so noisy."

Although he said that, Akagi's eyes changed.

That's the look in the eyes of an enraged beast.

"attack!"

Akagi let out a low growl and received the pass from Yasuda.

Since the outside shots aren't working and my teammates are being suppressed, I'll break through all of this!

"Surround him!" Murasame shouted.

The three players from Miura Dai instantly tightened their defense, surrounding Akagi like three walls.

"How naive!"

Akagi suddenly exerted his strength.

Strong muscle lines bulged under his skin, forcefully pushing through the defenses of two men and taking a powerful jump!

"Don't even think about it!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Murasame's eyes.

Instead of heading for the ball, he subtly extended his arm and swung his elbow hard at Akagi's face.

This isn't a basketball move; it's a move that could injure someone!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Akagi lost his balance in mid-air and crashed heavily to the floor.

The basketball bounced off the rim.

"beep--!"

"Defensive foul!"

"Goal disallowed, two free throws!" The referee blew his whistle.

But the entire venue was deathly silent.

Akagi lay on the floor, one hand covering his face.

Although I wasn't injured, I still felt unwell.

"Gorilla!!"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was the first to rush to the sidelines, his eyes instantly turning red.

The atmosphere on the Shohoku bench, which had been laughing and joking, instantly turned icy.

Rukawa Kaede opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

Ryota Miyagi clenched his fist so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

Mitsui Hisashi gritted his teeth, his eyes turning extremely dangerous.

And in the corner.

The sleeping bag, which had been zipped up tightly, was suddenly pulled open with a "zip" sound.

Lin Bei sat up.

He glanced at Murasame, who was still arguing with the referee that "I didn't do it on purpose," and then at Akagi.

Lin Bei stretched lazily with a blank expression, his joints cracking loudly.

"Ugh...this is so troublesome."

He stood up, kicked off his slippers, and bent down to tie his basketball shoelaces.

His movements were slow and deliberate, yet they exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

Looks like I won't be getting any sleep tonight.